The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-10-15

mutters, her white teeth cleaning as
figure "Lafarge is dead. Long live
Lafarge" And then she laughs softly,
and strokes the back of her yelvety
hands together, although the action
gives her pain, and brings the tears to
her handsome eyes When all is done
to her satisfaction. she asks ner willing
attendant very prettily to add one more
kindness to the many she has rendered,
and bring pen, ink and paper.
This is done.
And now she sits down to her task,
for task it is to one in her condition,
and grasping the pen firmly in her left
han /, she tries to scrawl, and does
scraSl the following:
Diel, May /, judith Donithorne OF East
Portland, from injuries received in the late
Y Y z. Railway disastor
This finished, she scrutinizes it care
fully, mods her head with satisfaction,
folds it as well as she is able, and takes
up her pen again.
This time the scrawl is only matter
of two lines, and is directed to
Miss ELIzABElH CHIDLEY,
And it merely announces the fact
that Miss Chidleys long expected
cousin and guest. Marion Lafarge,
will arrive at Stubblefield by the after
noon train on the following day.
These messages written, they are at
once dispatched to the telegraph Office,
for my lady, having once decided upon
a course of action, loses no time IN
the execution of the same.
Then she sits very quietly and medi-
tates for little time; but not for long.
The next thing she does is to send
for the nearest undertaken. And when
this gentleman arrives, she is quite pre-
pared with her little tale of woe. And
she tells him of her poor friend who
died so dreadfully the day previous,
and who was friendless and poor. And
who had better be-all things con-
sidered-b buried quietly near the spot
where she had met her death.
Then she displays a comfortably filed
purse, which she has discovered in the
pocket of the gray gown, and she says,
PRETTY and pathetically, that she will
herself pay the funeral expenses. And
that, rs she is obliged to resume her
journey at the earliest possible mo-
ment, ere she sets forth upon her way,
she particularly desires to have the mel
ancholy pleasure of following the re-
mains of her late friend to the silent
tomb.
My lady looks so pretty and so very
sad, and her words fall so plaintively
upon the undertaker's ears, that the
symp tthies of the worthy man are al
once enlisted.
The result being that, at ten o'clock
on the ensuing morning, the poor,
charred remains of the real Marion La
fargo are inferred in the rustic burial
ground close at hand, with my lady, in
hired carriage, acting the part of
chief mourner for the loss of one whom
she had known less than four-and-
twenty hours.
But all this has taken time.
During the thlrty-slX hours that have
elapsed since the disaster the railway
company have been busy The wreck
of the train has been cleared away A
temporary bridge has been thrown
across the chasm, and traffic is at once
resumed.
The pseudo-Lafarge hastens to claim
the dead girls luggage-which she &C
| composites by means of the brass
checks found in the pocket-book along
with the dead girls money. My lady
pays her reckoning with the undertake
er, makes a neat little speech, accom-
panied by a neat little gift to the
"motherly woman" and then fits
away.
As the train goes screeching off with
her at last, she leans her blonde head,
in its neat cottage bonnet, back against
the cushions of her seat, and smiles a
smile of deep and unalloyed satisfac-
ton.
And by and by, as time hangs a lit
tie heavily upon her hands, my lady
amusas herself in desultory fashion
by making little left-hand drawings on
scrap of blank paper which she pres
emily discovers in her travelling bag.
The curious thing is that the draw
ings, crude as they necessarily are, yet
display marked likeness to Bywa ter
Park and the country surrounding it.
And, IS if to accentuate the resem-
blanco still farther, my lady finally
traces, in curious, scrawling letters, the
name of Bywater Park itself What
does she mean?